Ding Huan looked at Gu Chu and said lightly, "Did you sign the contract?"
Gu Chu quickly replied, "We only have a verbal agreement, not a contract."
"Is there an Imaging Crystal Ball?" Ding Huan's tone carried a hint of frost.
Sweat seeped from Gu Chu's forehead; he was certain that if Ding Huan killed him here, he would have nowhere to voice his grievances.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the Trading Building isn't among the top ten forces in the World of Gods; compared to their Great Holy Dao, it's far stronger.
He could bully the small Xingluo Sword Dao by relying on the fact he was an elder of the Great Holy Dao.
But in front of Qi Sha, even the shortest tail must be tucked.
"No," Gu Chu's voice trembled slightly, knowing how bloodthirsty Qi Sha could be.
"You have neither one nor the other, and still dare to say you've been invited here?
Even if they did invite you, without evidence, they could refuse you at any time. Get lost, don't embarrass yourself in front of me."
